When the creative impulse sweeps over you, grab it! You grab it and honour it and use it, because momentum is a rare gift.
He who knows his soul knows this truth: “I am beyond everything finite; I now see that the Spirit, alone in a space with its ever-new joy, has expressed itself as the vast body of nature…I am the wisdom and power that sustain all creation.”
If the mind becomes balanced and detached, and comes to dwell in its own true home, imbued with reverence for the Divine, then it enjoys the essence of supreme spiritual wisdom; it shall never feel hunger again.
Surely my prayer and my sacrifice and my life and my death are (all) for Allah, the Lord of the worlds.
Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?
